Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
Spencer
This is a bad idea. Worse…it was my idea.
Clearly, I didn’t think this through because why would I ever put myself in the position of being alone in a car with Grinder?
Grinder.
Even when he’s not trying, his pheromones do the work for him.
The way he sits with his legs wide, giving his crotch all the breathing room it needs, or the way his tongue is constantly licking his bottom lip.
Everything about him is sexual and it’s driving me crazy.
It’s also driving me to silence. If I speak, I’m afraid of what ridiculous confessions may spew out of my mouth.
Bend me over and show me what you’ve got.
Make me choke on your cock.
How talented is your tongue?
I wanna have your babies.
Wait, no. What? That last thought isn’t even a biological possibility, yet here we are.
So, yes, I’m opting to be like the monks and make a vow of silence for the duration of this car ride.
Or rescue mission. I’m not really sure what we’re doing because Parker is a grown up and if she wants to leave the compound, she’s perfectly free to do so.
Then again, normal societal rules don’t apply with these neanderthals. Psycho is the best example of them all. The guy stalked the whole of Rockford Beach looking for Mac after having sex with her the sum total of…once.
At first, I thought her vagina had to be the portal to Narnia but quickly realized that Psycho is…
well…a freaking psychopath and his predominant trait is obsession.
Mac is his obsession, and where normal people living normal lives would see that as a bright, neon red flag, in this compound, he’s par for the course.
I scoff at my thoughts. Everything about this is insane. Especially the part where I have the clever—stupid—idea of driving Grinder around looking for the girl he’s consumed by.
“Care to share? It looks like you’re having a whole conversation all by your lonesome.”
Ugh, his voice is like honey coating my tongue and sliding down my throat.
Stop it. Red flag, red flag, red flag.
“Just trying to guess where she would go.” Rockford isn’t a metropolis but it’s not Mayberry either, so this whole expedition is a waste of time.
I don’t want to break his heart, though, so I’ll play along, be the concerned party in search of the adult who decided to get her own damn hotel instead of sleeping in what is essentially a bachelor’s frat house with an annexed sorority.
I’m not bitter. Not at all.
“You’re doing it again.” The amusement in Grinder’s voice is not sexy. It’s the opposite of that and I’m absolutely not affected by it.
“And what, pray tell, am I doing?” I may not have rolled my eyes but my tone did it for me.
“Getting all worked up about something in your head.” I keep my eyes on the road, especially in these outskirts with small wild animals wandering around scavenging for food, but I still see him move out of the corner of my vision.
His hands run up his short hair, rubbing at the scalp then shaking his head like he’s trying to sober up or stay awake.
“No one’s getting worked up, you’re imagining things.
” This whole club is hyperdramatic on all levels.
If we had this much testosterone running rampant at the fire station, we’d never get any work done.
Although, I’m pretty sure there are at least three couples using the supply room for reasons other than getting cleaning products.
“Wanna know what I think?” Good grief, the man is one-track minded. What I really want to do is drop this subject and talk about more interesting and less embarrassing things like…cat videos and why they’re the best thing on the Internet.
“Not really, but I’m going to take a wild guess here and say you’re going to tell me anyway.” I stop at the intersection and check that no one’s speeding up behind me. It’s the middle of the night and most sane people are sleeping.
Exactly like Sledge in my back seat. How do I know he’s sleeping? The snoring. And I’m here to say, there’s nothing sexy about it.
Then I stop and take the risk of looking straight at Grinder. I’m hoping my face is the poster child for unimpressed and completely neutral but I’m afraid it’s more an advertisement for lust and longing.
Without commenting on any of it, he stays on track of this conversation. “I think you’re jealous.”
I almost laugh but I’m able to contain myself for at least two seconds. I do smile though, because the fact he’s picked up on this is insane.
“Jealous of what, exactly?” My scoff is barely scoffing, it’s just a snort and it makes him outright laugh. Gah, he’s beautiful when he’s just being himself. Don’t get me wrong, Grinder on the prowl and ready to seduce is a formidable threat, but honest and relaxed Grinder? He’s plain lethal.
“I’m not two dimensional, Spencer.” Oh fuck, when he says my name it’s like a slow, tender stroke of his tongue on my lips. “My interest in you and my interest in Parker come from two different parts of me. Two different needs. And I can want both equally and without reservation.”
It’s my turn to laugh, and just so I can keep myself busy, I decide that staying here at this stop sign is ridiculous and probably unhealthy.
I put the blinker on and turn right. Can’t go wrong by going in the direction of downtown, right?
Also, it’s a great excuse to ignore his little admission because I don’t think he’s going to appreciate my response.
“You don’t think I’m serious, do you?” He unclips his seatbelt, and that singular act makes me panic like a kitten falling in water for the very first time.
The car comes to a screeching halt as I pull over on the side of the road.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I’m grabbing for his seatbelt but he’s moving around like this is a game to him. “I’m not driving you around like this. So if you want to go find your girlfriend, you need to buckle up!”
“Well, at least I can see that the cat didn’t get your delicious little tongue.” I’m about to give up on this whole damn conversation and kick him out of my car when the most disgusting, long and loud burp comes through in surround sound.
“What the actual fuck?” I howl as my head whips around and I come face to face with Sledge, who is now wide awake even though his eyes aren’t exactly focused. “Please tell me you didn’t throw up back there because I will literally kick you out.”
Sledge ignores me, his fingers running down his two-day-old beard and his tongue licking his lips. He’s hot, no doubt, but he doesn’t get my libido going in the same way that Grinder does.
“Hey, VP, how was your nap?”
Now I’m staring at Grinder, my mouth open and eyes wide.
“Hey, VP? That’s it? That sound was not human. You should get that checked out.”
“He’s fine. Beer has that effect on him.”
Right. That does not sound healthy. But then again, not my business. It’s not like their lifestyle is anything but dangerous to their lifespans.
“Come on, Doc. I’ll be a good boy and put my seatbelt on and you be a good Daddy and drive us to find Pah-Kah.” I want to be offended but yeah…that’s not happening, even though I wish it would. How easy my life could be if this crazy, hot, impulsive ass weren’t under my skin.
“I can’t believe I have a sister.”
Oh right. That. Like I said…drama, drama, drama.
“I can’t believe I’m going to have some serious sexy times with your sister.
” Oh my God. Now he’s just begging for a beat down.
These guys are possessive of everything in their spheres, and even though Parker is brand spankin’ new to this scene, I’m guessing Sledge is going to reel her in and stake a big brotherly claim on her.
“Shut the fuck up, Grinder. I can’t right now because my limbs feel like they’re two hundred pounds each, but when I remember this conversation, I will kick your arse up and down the compound.” See? They’re basically grown up children and I have no interest in being the dad.
Daddy.
Ew. No. Well…I mean…no. Absolutely not.
Maybe. Ugh.
“Excuse me for interrupting this…whatever this is, but I have no idea where you want me to look. Are we heading downtown?” I glance at Grinder, who’s looking straight at me with a grin that makes my cock swell in an instant.
“Nah. It’s impossible to guess where Parker is. She probably got a ride share and could be anywhere by now.”
I frown, my lips pursed and my attitude about to turn full-fledged Gay-pop drama.
“So what the fuck are we even doing here?” My frown has gone straight to narrowed eyes and a curled lip. “Why am I driving you two around at stupid o’clock in the morning?”
These two assholes fist bump as Grinder leans in and murmurs, “I just wanted to spend some time with you.”
I call bullshit on that. I mean, sure, we’re technically spending time together, but with Mr. Burpy McThirdwheel between us, I don’t see the point in this whole thing.
With that, it takes them both a few tries to get the seatbelt on and only then do I start the car and drive down to the main road.
“Grinder, I have a sister.”
Oh great, this again.
Usually, I try to stay out of the whole club business, whether private or whatever it is they do to make money.
Spoiler alert: I’m not buying this whole legit mechanics making enough money for all of them to live here bull crap.
But again, I don’t ask because I don’t want to know. Plausible deniability and all that.
“Yeah, and she’s fucking hot, man. You got lucky.” Jesus in a manger. What in the world?
“Shut your mouth, Grinder.” I really hope Sledge isn’t going to punch him while I’m here. “But yeah, she is. Wait, am I allowed to say that or is that gross?”